I saw an article this week, about a woman suffering with depression who, when it gets bad can’t bare to tidy or clean or care about herself. It’s something so many of us go through though we hesitate to mention it through fear that someone will call us dirty, it’s more than likely happened before.
Yes people can be messy, I can be terrible, but if I’m in the right state of mind, you can see the difference in my surroundings. When I was in Hong Kong I wrote a poem in an attempt to write down my feelings about this exact subject and then I never posted it, perhaps in fear of judgement. I want it to now compliment the article I saw and support those who feel they lose control of their surroundings when things get dark.
No matter who we are, sometimes we just become overwhelmed.
The girl who has the world upon her shoulders,
everyday she cannot help but feel the strain,
She sits alone between the dishes unwashed,
the floors unswept and the washing pile rising.
As she walks across the room she is followed
by the cats who gave her love when none would.
She dreams of all the dreams that could have happened,
all the thoughts that filled her mind with such bliss.
All the destinations, unmade plans and expectations
A distant memory from the days when she was young.
She naps each day to fill the time between the known,
The unknown rearing it’s head like an almighty beast.
Her bed has become her eternal fortress
A habitat of white sheets and the smell of home.
As she lies she moves her eyes towards the window,
hearing the bird sing and the children shout.
One day it won’t be like this she wishes to herself
one day it will different but for now
life goes on.
The article: http://aplus.com/a/depression-sufferers-bedroom-pics